Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.
A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.
There ought to be some other means of reckoning quality in this the best and loveliest of games; the scoreboard is an ass.
Cricket more than any other game is inclined towards sentimentalism and cant.
It is far more than a game, this cricket.
The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.